Fighter Boy

I don't give a fuck whether you find me attractive or not.

"I can't fucking believe you," I groaned loudly, collapsing on my bed.

"Oh, shut up Lexie, it won't be that bad." My best friend, Cassie, rolled her eyes at me.

"Why did you lie and say I liked boxing?!" I raked my hand through my hair, shooting her a withering glare.

"You know why; he's a boxer and it's good to have common interests,"

"Yes, but this isn't a common interest! I can barely watch the fights on TV, let alone be there for real!" I scowled; the idea of this blind date Cassie had set me up on sounding worse and worse.

"Stop complaining and finish getting ready. Trust me, he's a nice guy. From what I've heard anyway. I haven't actually met him." She laughed, pulling me up from my bed and shoving clothes into my arms. 

"Cassie!" I punched her before giving up and dutifully getting dressed.

My doorbell decided to shrill through the house once I was ready to go and a nervous smile crept onto my face. Even so, I stood up straighter and went to let the mysterious boy in.

"Hello, you must be Alexa." A rather handsome young man stood on my front step with a dazzling smile. 

"I am," I threw him a small grin before faltering, "uh, my idiot friend here didn't actually tell me your name," I jabbed my thumb in Cassie's direction.

"Brandon." He helpfully replied. God, even his name was attractive.

"Lovely to meet you," I smiled flirtatiously at him before turning to Cassie, "Right, we'll be off now."

"Of course. Have fun," She shot me a wink and disappeared out to her car.

"Well, now that she's out of the way, shall we go?" I asked Brandon, locking my front door behind me. He let out a small chuckle before leading me towards his car and opening the passenger door for me.

*

"So, Cassie told me you like boxing but I don't always believe everything she says..." Brandon looked at me curiously whilst he drove.

"I don't mind it, I just dislike how some guy always ends up barely able to walk." I explained, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"Yeah, I guess. But that's the sport," He shrugged, loosely hanging his wrist over the steering wheel.

"You box don't you?" I asked, interested as to how involved he was.

"Occasionally. I just do it to let off a bit of steam."

"I think I would be awful at boxing; I have the weakest punch in the world." I laughed lightly, trying not to let my mind wander to images of Brandon, shirtless and angry.

"I'll have to teach you sometime then," He grinned softly at me.

"Oh, so we're seeing each other again, hmm?"

"Definitely." Brandon confirmed with a small nod.

*

"This place doesn't look all that safe, are you sure we'll be okay?" Hesitantly, I looked at our surroundings. We had pulled in outside a huge warehouse, two body guards blocking the door and a steady stream of people heading in.

"Trust me, it's good. I fight here, they won't hurt us." Brandon reassured me with a smile as we walked up to the entrance.